Our Technocrats Under Duress
Strontium nitrate
A spoon at a time
Will make a flare gun out of your arse
And Modern Times shall behold me
Naked in Gaza
Strontium chloride
Bored out of mind
Bored out of mind
Would make a mighty fine specimen
Or so the Modonists predict
In their ardour
In hotels like The Plaza
Strontium borate
Curse of the skies
Makes a solar flare seem like a squib
Or so the Pope advised me
And he should know, being glib
ha bruciato la sua propria casa
Strontium-90
Baked in a pie
Makes a mock of the Blameless Three
Strontium hydride
Primed to explode
Makes for a good headline
Or so the seer foretold:
On growing old
Contributors: | Apsley, Roland, Copperjock, Anon., Chevalier, The Empty Vest, Dassn't Sat, Orlando. |
Poem finished: | 29th July 2005 by Chevalier. |